Not dissimilar to many of your readers I have always fantasised about my wife fucking with other men. Although Debbie is incredibly liberated she has always kept it just between her and me. We often fuck while watching extreme hardcore porn movies and fantasise about her being in them but she would never actually do it. However, I did start to get her to go out on occasions dressed very provocatively and this progressed until she would go out in some outrageously sexy outfits; very short skirts, see through blouses, no knickers etc.
Well a couple of Christmas’ ago we went out for a meal at a pub that we had not previously been to. Debbie agreed to dress sluttishly for the occasion and I was not disappointed. She wore a very short black lace mini dress designed to have a black cotton slip worn underneath. However, she wore it without the slip meaning everything underneath was pretty well exposed. Thus, her sheer black lace bra and G-string panties together with stockings, suspenders and black high heel shoes gave her the effect of a slutty street whore – just how I like it.
A couple of G&Ts for her later and we were in the car and on our way. She had slipped a coat over her outfit (disappointing but understandable) until she felt comfortable enough in her surroundings. Well the pub was heaving with partygoers and we were lucky to find a seat in a darkened corner. I got her a bottle of Pills (more Dutch courage) and gave her the news that we would not be able to get a table to eat. Well what with the 2 gins and bottle of Pills on an empty stomach she started to relax a little. It was her turn to go to the bar and, although she kept her coat on, knowing what was underneath really got me going. I could see her waiting to be served standing next to a group of guys obviously in straight from work. A couple of them started to chat to her and I could see the whole group turn to watch her walk back towards me. Another drink and she was ready to take off her coat, which she did but quickly sat back down. I then asked her to get me some crisps from the bar, I expected a protest or for her to put her coat back on but no, she got up and walked straight to the bar. You could see everything through her dress. Her lacy bra, g-string knickers and her milky white thighs in contrast to her black stocking tops.
Even from where I was sat I could see a visible reaction from the guys at the bar as they crowded around her. I could see her smile and chat to them and I could not believe just how hard my cock felt; it stiffened even more as I saw a hand go on her arse. She didn’t move away but simply carried on chatting to the group. This carried on for a couple of minutes until she was served and returned to me amidst a chorus of wolf whistles. She looked flushed and I suddenly saw how hard her nipples had become.
After that there was no stopping her and she was up to the bar several times with the same reaction each time. On the final occasion she was at the bar a good ten minutes leaving me to get hornier and hornier. Just as she turned to come back one of the guys produced some mistletoe and held it above her head. He leant forward and kissed her hard on the lips running his left hand over her tits as he did so. He stopped abruptly and passed the mistletoe on and she allowed herself to be snogged and groped by the whole group – about 8 guys in total. As she pulled herself away from the last of them the first guy who kissed her stopped to whisper in her ear. She staggered back over to me and told me abruptly that we were going to a party. Somewhat, shocked I stood up on shaking legs with my heart pounding but my cock was ready to burst. We joined the group of guys and left the pub. I told them that Debs and I would follow them in my car but the main guy insisted that Debs go with them. So she climbed in the backseat of a car with a couple of guys with another 2 in the front. 3 of the guys got into a nearby car and the last said he would come with me to show the way. As we set off following the other 2 cars my mind was a whirr of emotions wondering just what was going to happen.
I should at this stage describe the guys who, on reflection, were a bit of a motley bunch. The guy who initiated it all was perhaps mid 30’s tall well built and handsome. Debbie was clearly attracted to him. There were a couple of younger lads one perhaps early 20s the other 18 or 19. The others in the 2 cars in front ranged from 40 – 50 while the guy in with me was hitting 60 and was a good 3 or 4 stone overweight with tattooed arms. Anyway as we followed along he told me to pull over by a late night off license as he had promised to pick up some beer. By the time he had finished we were a good ten minutes behind the others. I had some concern for her but by this stage my whole body was thudding in rhythm to the pounding in my cock.
It seemed like an age but eventually he pointed out a semi-detached house and I could see the other 2 cars parked out the front with another couple in the driveway. I parked up and followed the big guy up the drive. As we walked into the main lounge instead of being hit by a wave of music as is normal at Christmas parties I was hit by the sound and vision of a porn movie showing on a huge TV screen. It was already part way through and basically was set in a dirty sports changing room where a gang of black guys were gang banging a young white girl. Pulling my gaze away from this scene I scanned the room for Debbie.
